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I throught my years, like the desert moves with the wind.
Frozen and flickering, the year has met its end.
A I am indeed...
...the son of the moon...
and I carry mountains soon.

A I was for those who woke the sun.
I threw their masks away, lit my torches and burned eyes.

Forgiven I was.

But I carry mountains soon.
A burden, is it

Kneeling I my faith,
while they lit the sun, and naked
and blind over my fields.